Steady, Colonel! It’s Just a Casual Caress… Right?

Everyone turned their gaze toward the door of the room, where the person who had just spoken was revealed. He stood nearly two meters tall, with short, jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. His slightly bronzed skin exuded a strong masculine aura. He was no stranger to anyone in the room—he was Lan Qisheng, a man known to all present.

Even Jiang Hangyu recognized him. How could he not? This man had been hovering around Sian like a persistent fly throughout the entire live broadcast.

Song Zijian gritted his teeth in hatred as if he were grinding Sian's bones between them. Why? Why does everyone love and defend Sian? Why is he so lucky? Why does everyone around him protect him?

Lan Qisheng entered the room, strolling forward until he reached Sian's side. Then, he asked in a calm voice, "Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm fine."

"Good," Lan Qisheng replied.